This is a song about "Night terrors"

You got to have your game tight

Monsters creeping up in the night

2am on a sunday night

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Layer of fear flavor of terrors clear mantling i

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

But there's nothing else inside

That's what i get at night

And sing songs every stary night

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Is to be active at night

Halfback toss to right

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

I’ll be there every single night